Part 1
Part 2
Zi'da 3, Arc 719
Devin was pulled out of a most pleasant dream rather abruptly because Heidi the goat was bleating loudly. He rubbed his eyes, still somewhat tired – the incident with the Kudi’Eltu that had snuck into the tent had made it hard for him to fall asleep because he’d been so worried that it would happen again – and nudged Aidan who was cuddled next to him. The student murmured something that was absolutely incomprehensible, and then he turned away from him again in order to continue sleeping. Devin huffed loudly.
“Wake up!” he told Aidan and nudged him a bit harder. “I think that your goat’s hungry!”
“I don’t want to!” Aidan murmured. “It’s your turn, and besides, she’s your goat anyway! We bought her with your money, remember? If you want her to shut up, go and take care of her yourself for a change! I’m not your servant!” he muttered, and that was it. No matter what Devin did, the student refused to get up – or even look at him, and finally the thief realized that he had no choice, at least not if he didn’t want to the student to be mad at him and risk that he stopped sharing the tent (and more) with him. He would have to work!
Sighing, he climbed out of his cosy sleeping bag, put on his clothes and his boots and walked outside, breathing in the fresh air. This early in the trial, it was still cool and relatively pleasant, and the grass was a bit wet. Heidi who pulled their cart since they had been unable to acquire a horse or a donkey was still where they had left her the evening before, tied to a tree so that she wouldn’t be able to run (or get stolen as easily).
Devin went to the river that was just a few metres away to get a bucket of fresh water that he placed in front of Heidi, glaring at her as she did so as if it was her fault that she was hungry and thirsty. Following that, he set a bowl of food down in front of the goat. He had just reluctantly grabbed a brush in order to take care of Heidi’s fur (not that she had a lot of it) because Aidan always insisted how important that was when his other three travel companions finally left their tents.
“Back home in Scalvoris my neighbours’ rooster always woke me up”, Talieson muttered. “That goat is even worse though!” The bard was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts, his shirt white was still unbuttoned, and he held a toothbrush in his hand. Behind him stood Des’trill and Mik’hail, the two Sev’ryn nurses who were also their local guides.
They were already fully dressed and had their armour on. Unlike the three foreign wannabe treasure hunters, they were wide awake and looked as if they were ready to go.
Which they probably were.
Part 2
Zi'da 3, Arc 719
Devin was pulled out of a most pleasant dream rather abruptly because Heidi the goat was bleating loudly. He rubbed his eyes, still somewhat tired – the incident with the Kudi’Eltu that had snuck into the tent had made it hard for him to fall asleep because he’d been so worried that it would happen again – and nudged Aidan who was cuddled next to him. The student murmured something that was absolutely incomprehensible, and then he turned away from him again in order to continue sleeping. Devin huffed loudly.
“Wake up!” he told Aidan and nudged him a bit harder. “I think that your goat’s hungry!”
“I don’t want to!” Aidan murmured. “It’s your turn, and besides, she’s your goat anyway! We bought her with your money, remember? If you want her to shut up, go and take care of her yourself for a change! I’m not your servant!” he muttered, and that was it. No matter what Devin did, the student refused to get up – or even look at him, and finally the thief realized that he had no choice, at least not if he didn’t want to the student to be mad at him and risk that he stopped sharing the tent (and more) with him. He would have to work!
Sighing, he climbed out of his cosy sleeping bag, put on his clothes and his boots and walked outside, breathing in the fresh air. This early in the trial, it was still cool and relatively pleasant, and the grass was a bit wet. Heidi who pulled their cart since they had been unable to acquire a horse or a donkey was still where they had left her the evening before, tied to a tree so that she wouldn’t be able to run (or get stolen as easily).
Devin went to the river that was just a few metres away to get a bucket of fresh water that he placed in front of Heidi, glaring at her as she did so as if it was her fault that she was hungry and thirsty. Following that, he set a bowl of food down in front of the goat. He had just reluctantly grabbed a brush in order to take care of Heidi’s fur (not that she had a lot of it) because Aidan always insisted how important that was when his other three travel companions finally left their tents.
“Back home in Scalvoris my neighbours’ rooster always woke me up”, Talieson muttered. “That goat is even worse though!” The bard was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts, his shirt white was still unbuttoned, and he held a toothbrush in his hand. Behind him stood Des’trill and Mik’hail, the two Sev’ryn nurses who were also their local guides.
They were already fully dressed and had their armour on. Unlike the three foreign wannabe treasure hunters, they were wide awake and looked as if they were ready to go.
Which they probably were.
